Sinners MC: A Motorcycle Club Anthology

by Evan Grace

  “Why don’t we go someplace private?” I whisper against her neck.

  She steps away from us both. I’ve never wanted someone to say “yes” more in my entire life.

  Chapter Four

  Harper

  I stand in the middle of the clubhouse, staring at these two men who have already rocked my world. This is not how I thought I would be ending my night, but when I met them both, I felt some invisible pull to them.

  I’ve always loved romance novels with threesomes in them, but in reality, how could it possibly work? This could be my only chance to experience this. These two men are some of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.

  Razor, or Hunter, is tall but lean. He’s got black and grey tattoos that go from his hands all the way up to his neck. His face is covered in dark, groomed stubble. Both his eyes and hair are a rich brown.

  Edge, or Wyatt, is a little taller and a little bulkier than Hunter. His hair is a lighter shade of brown and is pulled back. The beard he’s sporting is a little thicker. His tattoos are black and disappear under the sleeves of his t-shirt.

  They’re both looking at me with obvious hunger. My nipples harden immediately and my pussy clenches. If I say yes, I know I’m in for the night of my life. Afterward, I’ll go back to my normal life, but with the knowledge that I decided to get wild for one night.

  Lord knows I deserve it because I’ve worked so hard to first buy the salon, and then I busted my ass to run it. I haven’t had sex in three years, and this would be the perfect way to dust off my vagina.

  I take a deep breath and smile. “Lead the way.”

  Razor smiles at me like I’m a birthday present he just opened, and Edge looks at me like he wants to devour me. They grab my hands and lead me through their brothers. Most give them a knowing look, but some of the women give me dirty looks.

  As they lead me down a dimly lit hallway, my heart beats wildly in my chest. They pull me into a room at the end of the hall. A king-sized mattress dominates the space, but I don’t have time to think too much about it before they begin circling me like two lions looking at a huge bloody steak.

  “If you want to leave, now is the time,” Edge whispers. “If you only want to fuck one of us, you better speak up.”

  Goose bumps pop up all over my body. Can they smell how turned on I am? Razor moves around me until I feel him against my back. I don’t miss the feel of his hard cock against my lower back.

  I feel his hands on my hips, and my body vibrates with both excitement and fear. Edge walks toward me and reaches out and cups my cheek. “Are you ready to get fucked, baby?”

  Nodding is about all I can do at the moment. The moment Razor’s lips touch my neck, I do a full body shiver. Edge’s lips touch the other side, and I moan loudly.

  “So responsive,” Razor whispers against my ear. “We’re gonna rock your world, baby.” He reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it up and off. The moment he unhooks my bra and drops it to the floor, he lifts my breasts up, granting Edge better access to suck a nipple into his mouth.

  While he sucks one nipple, he pinches the other. He moves back and forth, giving each nipple the same treatment. While Edge works my breasts, Razor assaults my neck. I feel someone’s hands on the button of my shorts, then feel them falling around my ankles, followed by my panties.

  I’m thankful that I wax and that I shaved my legs today.

  “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Razor whispers hoarsely.

  Edge steps back. “Get on the bed.” I crawl onto the king-sized mattress and look up at the two gorgeous specimens standing in front of me. The desire to cover myself hits me hard, but before I can, they both start stripping off their clothes.

  I look at these two men with their incredible bodies. My nipples harden, and I feel myself get wetter. Can they tell?

  Once their boxer briefs are off, I take a moment to look at them both. Both men are large, but where Edge is longer, Razor has more girth. They’re definitely bigger than any dick I’ve ever seen in person.

  Edge comes to the bed, grabs my ankles, pulling my legs apart, and pushes my legs until they’re bent. I feel exposed as they both look at me. My heart beats wildly in my chest. He keeps his green eyes on me as he leans down, swiping his tongue from top to bottom.

  I cry out and then moan when I feel Razor wrap his lips around my nipple. I tighten my fists in both of their hair. The dual sensation is almost too much to bear. He releases my nipple with a pop and then kisses me. His kiss is slow, teasing, and torturing.

  Edge continues his oral assault, and now he thrusts his finger inside me. I thrust my hips up, but he pins them down, leaving me immobile. I cry out into Razor’s mouth.

  He sucks my clit into his mouth as he rubs that spot inside me that makes my legs begin to quake. While he does that, Razor kisses down my neck until he reaches my nipples, again sucking one into his mouth.

  I come with a surprised cry, thrusting my hips and riding the wave of pleasure that flows through me. They’ve done this before, it’s very clear because they grab me, flipping me over so I’m on all fours.

  Razor gets on his knees in front of me. His hard cock is right in front of my face.

  I feel Edge come up behind me. He slams his cock into my pussy. I cry out as he pulls almost all of the way out before thrusting back in. He grabs my hips, pulling me back so he’s buried deep inside me, his dick throbbing.

  I wrap my lips around the head of Razor’s cock, and he begins to fuck my mouth. Once he gets a good rhythm going, they both begin fucking me.

  I’m so overwhelmed right now and feel like I’m about to detonate. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Edge growls from behind me. I moan around Razor’s cock.

  “We’re going to make you come so hard,” Razor says right before leaning over me and slapping my ass. “Oh, she liked that. She’s gonna suck the cum right out of me.” He grabs my hair and holds it in a ponytail. “Are you gonna swallow every drop, baby?” I moan around him.

  The beginnings of my orgasm rock me, my whole body shudders, and my mind goes hazy as I come. They both begin picking up the pace, Razor comes with a shout, and I swallow every drop of him down. Edge picks up the pace, thrusting into me over and over. He reaches around and rubs my clit until I come again, this one quick and intense.

  When he finally plants himself to the root, I feel him jerk inside of me as he comes. When he finally pulls out, he kisses the middle of my back, and then I collapse face down on the mattress.

  There’s movement around me, and then someone drags me against their body. “Rest up, baby. It’s going to be a long night.” I’m not sure who says it, but I give a non-committal grunt and then promptly pass out.

  Chapter Five

  Razor

  I throw my toolbox across the garage. “Fuck!” My brothers watch as I pace back and forth. I know I look like a lunatic right now, but someone broke into our shop and stole the plans for a custom bike I was beginning to build.

  The bike, once finished, would go for almost fifty thousand. I already had someone who wanted first dibs.

  “Brother, you need to calm down.” Sly steps in front of me. “We’re going to find out who did this and we’ll get them back. We’ll make them pay.”

  I pull my hat off and scrub a hand over my head. “How the fuck did they know where to look, Sly? They took them right out of the motherfucking safe.” I lean in. “If I find out we have someone here that helped make this happen, I will kill them.”

  I step outside and light a joint. I’m so fucking pissed right now I can’t think straight. My designs are one of a kind, and it’s my entire vision from the beginning to the very end.

  I have my suspicions about who might’ve stolen them, but they wore black and masks. A few towns over there is a MC that has been trying to steal our prospects and at one point tried to get me to join them and work at their garage. The Devil Vipers are fucking scum, and I meant what I said, that I’ll end whoever stole them.

  I hit it twice be
fore I snuff it out. I step back inside, and I see that someone picked up my toolbox and tools.

  Ace comes over to me. “We’ll find out who took them. They’ll pay.” I nod and then head into the locker room. My brothers know when I’m like this it’s best to stay out of my way.

  I don’t have anything going on right now since that bike was what I had on my agenda today. After throwing my coveralls into my locker, I grab my cut and throw it on.

  I chew on a piece of gum as I head out to my bike. I’m not sure where I’m going; I just need to blow off some steam. The sun starts to set as I ride along the river. It’s a good night to be out and on my bike.

  There is just something about the wind in my face, the speed, and the feeling of freedom that calls to me like no other.

  I haven’t eaten yet and I’m fucking starving. I’m near downtown so I decide to see what’s nearby. There’s a little diner right on the main road so I pull in and park. Inside I take a seat by the window. My waitress, who looks like she’s about to give birth, takes my order. “I’ll take a bacon cheeseburger with everything and fries. Can I also get a Coke to drink?”

  She takes my menu and then disappears. I stare out the window, people watching. I look across the street at the beauty salon, Flippin’ Out. The blonde standing by the front door, talking to an older woman, is the girl that Edge and I took home two weeks ago.

  Harper was the hottest piece of ass that I’ve tapped in a long time. Fuck, she was so responsive to every single touch. After the first round, she napped for about a half hour before we were going at it again. She’s got the tightest pussy I’ve ever been inside. Hell, I couldn’t get enough of her mouth either.

  By the time the night was over, the three of us had passed out. When we woke up in the morning, she was gone, but she did leave us a note, thanking us for showing her an amazing time.

  I didn’t tell Edge, but I kept the note; it’s folded up in my wallet. I’ve never had someone thank me for fucking them before, and for some reason I thought it was cute…sweet.

  We thought about reaching out to her to hang out again, but we don’t normally go back for seconds—we don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. Therefore, we didn’t reach out.

  My waitress drops off my drink and my burger basket, and while I eat, I watch Harper like a crazy person. She’s cutting someone’s hair and smiling while she does it. Fuck, she’s pretty.

  Harper’s so much different than the girls who usually party with us at the clubhouse, but that didn’t stop her from coming back with us and ultimately having a private party with the two of us.

  Once I finish eating and pay the check, I see that Harper is sweeping the floor. I make a quick decision and jog across the street to her salon. I pop a piece of gum in my mouth and then step inside.

  The place is girly, with the pink walls, white workstations and chairs, the floor looks like it’s white marble, and there is chrome everywhere. She turns around when she hears the bell chime and freezes when she sees me.

  Her cheeks turn the most delicious shade of pink, and I know she’s remembering every second of our night together. “H-Hey, Razor. How are you?”

  “I was having a shit day, went for a ride, and stopped to grab dinner. I saw you were working and decided to come say hi.” As she walks toward me, I take in her outfit. She’s wearing a pink short-sleeved shirtdress with a wide white belt around her waist. On her feet are a pair of platform tan wedges. “You look gorgeous.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she tells me.

  The salon is empty besides her, I don’t like that, it’s not safe…wait. What? “Is anyone else here with you?”

  She shakes her long blonde hair. “No, but Lori, one of the other stylists, just left so I haven’t been here alone very long.”

  “Good, but if you’re here alone, you should lock the front door. It’s safer for you.”

  Harper looks me over closely and then nods. “I’ll make sure it’s locked when I’m here alone.”

  I look around. “You own this place?”

  “I do. It’s been mine for two years. Come with me. I’ll give you a tour.” I flip the deadbolt on her front door and flip the closed sign before I take her offered hand. She shows me every little detail, and I’m really impressed because she put a lot of thought into what she wanted and then worked to get it.

  “That’s really great, babe. I mean, it’s not my style, but if I were a chick, I would definitely dig getting my hair cut here.”

  Harper beams with pride as she leads me through the salon, her hand still in mine. We step down a little hallway, and she steps inside a dark room, flipping on the light.

  The room is painted a soft pink, white trim, and a chrome light fixture. She stands in the middle of the room and turns to me. “This will eventually be where the massage therapist will do massages. I have interviews starting next week. The table I got is so amazing. It feels like lying on a cloud.”

  My dick perks up at the thought of her hands on me, but then I have to ask the question that’s been on my mind. “Why did you leave while we were sleeping? You didn’t say bye.” I cross my arms over my chest. I was surprised with how disappointed I was that she had left. It was even more surprising that Edge was pissed.

  Harper’s cheeks turn a deep shade of red, and she looks down at her feet. I step toward her and grip her chin, tilting her face up. “Tell me why.”

  “I-I just figured you’d want me gone. I didn’t want you to kick me out and make me feel bad, like I was a slut or something.” She says that last part softly.

  I pull her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. Fuck, her hair smells like what I imagine sunshine smelling like—wait what? Tilting her head back, I lean down, kissing her lips.

  She opens her mouth to me when I lick the seam of her lips. I moan as her tongue brushes mine. I wrap my arms around Harper as I deepen the kiss. I slide my hands down her back until I reach the hem of her dress.

  Her skin is silky smooth as I slide my hands up under her dress. I reach a pair of silk panties. “Fuck,” I whisper against her lips. “This is not why I came over here, but I want you so bad right now.”

  “I-I live upstairs. You can come up if you want,” she says quietly.

  I kiss Harper. “Okay.” She grabs her bag and takes hold of my hand. “Come on.” We head out the back door, and she opens the other door, and I follow her up the stairs with her beautiful ass right in my face.

  She lets me inside her little studio apartment. It’s small, but cute, and it suits her. Harper bends over and unbuckles both of her shoes, kicking them off. Fuck, she’s trying to torture me, sticking her ass up in the air.

  When she stands upright, I realize just how tiny she is. Harper picks up her shoes and sets them against the wall. She walks back toward me. “Um…this is my place. There’s not much to see, but this is it.”

  “It definitely looks like you—very…girly.”

  Harper places a hand on her hip and points her finger at me. “I should hope so, since I am a girl.”

  I pull her into my arms. “You’ve got a sassy mouth. I like it.” Picking her up, I kiss her thoroughly, but my cellphone ringing interrupts us. “Shit, babe, I’ve got to get this.”

  She smiles and nods before heading into the kitchenette, grabbing a beer. Harper hands me one as I answer my phone. “What’s up, Sly?”

  “We’re having church. Get here as soon as you can.”

  Shit, of course. “Yeah, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I disconnect and set my beer on the counter. “Sorry, babe, I’ve got club business.” I pull her to me for a kiss. “I want to see you again.”

  She smiles and nods. “I’d like to see you too.”

  “Good. I’ll be in touch.”

  I reluctantly walk out and head out into the night. I climb onto my bike and head toward the clubhouse.

  Chapter Six

  Harper

  Today is my day off so I’m doing my usual Sunday morning deep cl
ean, and thankfully my place is small, so it takes no time at all. I need to keep busy, though, because it’s been almost a week since Razor surprised me, showing up at my shop.

  He said he wanted to see me, but I haven’t seen him or heard from him. Maybe he was just looking to get laid and I was more than willing to screw him. I shake my head. I’m an idiot.

  When I finish cleaning, I hop into the shower, quickly washing my body and shaving. After I finish, I dry off and then moisturize. I let my hair down and shake it out. It looks like sex hair; I love it. I throw on a pair of black cotton shorts and a red fitted t-shirt. Slipping my feet into my flip-flops, I grab my purse and then head out.

  I grab a basket since it’s just me and I don’t grab a lot of stuff because I eat out a lot. When I’m finished, I carry my bags out to my car, loading them into the trunk.

  When I get home, I carry my bags upstairs and then put my groceries away. I decide to grab a bottle of water and my Kindle and head up to the roof. I have a couple of chairs up here and sit in one, resting my feet on the other.

  I start reading this love story that has had me crying so hard multiple times, but it’s such a beautiful story I can’t stop reading. After an hour, I grab my water and head back downstairs. I should see what Hailey and Tyler are doing, but I know they have their little routine that they like to stick to.

  I throw on Dirty Dancing and lie down on the couch. It’s not long before I feel my eyes get heavy and fall asleep.

  Knock, knock, knock. I open my eyes and blink away the confusion. That’s when I hear someone knocking. I stumble toward the door and look through the peephole. It’s Edge. How did he know where I live? “Harper, open the door,” he says from the other side.

  I unlock it and open the door. “Hey, Edge.”

  He shakes his head. “I want you to call me Wyatt.”

  “O-Okay. What are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?” He steps inside, forcing me to step back. Wyatt pushes the door shut.